Thirst.

 

 

Thirst.

 

Oceans of sheer care-starvation promote
hunger's race
toward the non-negotiable state 
of turbulent action 
so doused in wait thirst builds on hope.

The force in that very first trickle of love
moves pebbles 
of potent emotion, churns up 
beds of raw possibility 
that produce a deluge of readiest proof.

Reviews

[Neville]

and there are some of us who do not know how lucky they are.... this is one of those poems that needs to be revisited time and time again...